Tag: healing
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[ignorance is bliss]
They don’t carry the weight.How light the world feelswhen you turn your back on what’s broken,and let someone else pick up the shards. It’s so easy to forgetwhen you haven’t been the one crushedunder the weight of it.It’s so easy to ignorethe scars they left behindand call it nothing—nothing at all. He smiles,tells me nothing…
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[graveyard]
you said forever but I’m left with a graveyard of broken promises -Amelia James
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[soft eyes]
Your biggest and best lie Was when you, with your heart of stone And shadowed gaze Told me you loved me And my Soft eyes -Amelia James
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[if only]
I often wonder—Do I drift into your thoughtsAs often as you linger in mine?Do you find yourselfTracing the edges of the could’ve beens,The would’ve beens,The should’ve beens—If only truth had guided us? Do you ever wonderHow different life might feelIf you had chosen me? I can still picture it,Still feel it,Tangible, a quiet acheTucked beneath…
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[colorblind]
Loving him through the soft rose-colored lens filtered every cunning plan, each lie wrapped in velvet, each deception dressed in tenderness. I was colorblind to his red flags. Blinded by the warmth of what I wanted him to be; everything he staged for me to see. -Amelia James
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[secondhand]
They tell me I’m overreacting,As if my heart wasn’t shattered first.The lies I swallowed,The truth I second-guessed—They smile, pretending they see the same,But they don’t hear the echoesOf words that never made sense,Of promises that disintegrated like dust in my hand. You told me to let it go,But how do you let go of a…
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[You don’t get to tell me you feel bad]
I get to be angry.Not because it defines me,but because it’s the only thingthat still burnsbeneath the ashes of their words—the lies they spun,the hurt they thought was invisible. I get to be angryfor the things they took without asking,for the truth they twistedand the cruelty they disguised as jokes. I get to be angryfor…
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[the ghost of you]
He fed me lies,wrapped in sweet words,like candy coated poison—and I devoured them,starved for love,starved for anythingthat felt like care,only to realize I was devouring my own destruction. He swore he loved me—what a fucking joke.Lips that spoke of foreverwhile his hands were alreadydipping into someone else’s heart.And when I caught him,he spun a new…
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[the weight of heartbreak]
Sometimes, the wound becomes a tether— the aching reminder of a love once vibrant, a truth we clung to, a life we built. Healing feels like severing that tie, sanding down the rough edges of memory until it slips from our hands entirely. The scars whisper: remember, and we listen, even when it breaks us. …
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